The Leaky Cauldron/Archive 5

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She almost lets out a sigh of relief at the fact that Lili doesn't know about her and Morgan's.....history. She nods, "Spectacularly idiotic, but let's not dwell on the negatives. What have you been doing? God, you look just like Morgan."

"Why are you so curious....?" Lili seemed a little hesitant to trust this woman. She doesn't remember much, but she remembers that these two had an iffy relationship. "What was your relation to my mum...?"

Lili tilts her head, her hand moving slightly to the hanging ring around her neck. "I've been in France for the past five or six years. After she was killed, they found some family of mine in France. Grandparents. So I went to live with them. But I moved back. I missed England. Tell me about my mother."

She tuts slightly, "My dear. Sometimes it is the best people who are taken from us. She was the final casualty in a war that was far bigger than her. There is little we can do about it. But we have her memory to honour her by."

She considers, "I don't know. Our paths may cross again, Elisabeth. But you must promise you'll finish your schooling before that. It's what Morgan would have wanted. I do believe I'll be seeing a lot of you soon."

Lili frowns slightly. "Okay. That's easy enough. I can do that..." Lili was unsure why this woman was acting like her guardian, but as she ran her finger over her mother's diamond ring, she figured it couldn't really hurt anyone just to listen to her. But, Lili had something to add. "I know my mother did some unruly things as she got older... And I know she wouldn't have wanted that for me."

Ursula and Kade

- "Just because we're all doomed, doesn't mean we can't make life better for one another."Message Me - 18:28, May 6, 2017 (UTC)~

Ursie was making her way back into London from the Wizarding community, having had enough of it for the week. Though she did stay a while, if only to read up on the Daily Prophet and smoke a cigarette outside. So she did just that, blowing smoke onto the pages as she flipped through the moving pictures and articles.

Kade had gotten a butterbeer, one without alcohol (thank you very much), but had decided to go smoke. As he stepped outside, he noticed another person doing something he would wish to, but he didn't say anything as he started lighting the cigarette. If she looked up, then he would give her a small nod of acknowledgement.

A look of frustration was marked along Mr. Bagley's stern face. For his older age, he still had quite a lot of his strength retained within him, so he kept his son by his side with a tight grip. "Nicholas, behave yourself," he grumbled as he yanked his six year old son's hand to pull him in closer.

Nicholas, on the other hand, was quite happy to be spending time with his father. It was weird to think, but he had missed him. After they entered the Leaky Cauldron, the little boy had gone darting towards a table by the windows, before his arm was pulled. Immediately, he bounced happily back to his father's side with a grin plastered on his face. It didn't seem like anything was wrong, at least nothing that the little boy would notice. "Suzanna lets me sit there," he mumbled quietly, in reference to his babysitter, but that only received a small eye roll from his father.

Faith WillardSlytherin Alumna - Unspeakable-To be great is to be misunderstood.– 00:02, June 29, 2017 (UTC)~

She looked up at the little boy, mouth opening to say something before it stopped where it was when she landed on the sight of someone who... it couldn't be. The boy's father, presumably, but... She stared at the pair of them, open-mouthed, unable to find words.

Terry's jaw tightened, just as his son's hands started pulling at his old man sweater. "Nicholas, behave yourself," he said, before sitting them down at a table, "I will not say it again. Do you understand?" At the sight of a woman staring, he was not at all shocked, but he was not in the mood to pick fights with strangers.

"Mommy would've let me sit there though," he complained, however very quietly so even his father could barely hear. When they were sat down, he seemed a bit small for his seat, but he wasn't offered any help as he just kicked his legs back and forth. As his father spoke, he nodded his head shyly in understanding.

Faith WillardSlytherin Alumna - Unspeakable-To be great is to be misunderstood.– 00:18, June 29, 2017 (UTC)

She did her best not to stare... she was sure it would be noticeable by now. But even that voice... admonishing, even. It was just so.... familiar.

Terry seemed to calm down, now that his son was sitting patiently and not being, what was in his mind, a brat. "What do you think of having an orange juice or a lemonade?" He asked, looking up and noticing the woman still looking at them. Hm...

"I don't like the lemonade here. It's too sour," he said lightly as he started tracing his finger along the surface of the table. "Sooo, the orange juice, please," he ended, before he looked up at his father who grimaced back. After the grouchy grumble of a 'Speak up, son,' he repeated himself and tried to be louder.

Faith WillardSlytherin Alumna - Unspeakable-To be great is to be misunderstood.– 00:31, June 29, 2017 (UTC)

She felt her chest tighten. It just couldn't be. She'd been so young... it couldn't be. She tried to take a surreptitious glance over at the table. Maybe if she got a better look...

"I'm getting old, Nicholas. I can tell you that I did not raise a mouse, so speak up," he said, although his voice was calmer than it had been when they entered. It occurred to him that people were obviously watching.

"An orange juice, please," he said, voice almost cracking as he tried to speak up due to the nervousness in his voice. It wasn't his father making him anxious, but the entire position that he was in. "I don't like the lemonade. It's not...right." His face shrunk up, mimicking how sour it was.

Faith WillardSlytherin Alumna - Unspeakable-To be great is to be misunderstood.– 00:42, June 29, 2017 (UTC)

Her heart was pounding and she had half a mind to just jump inside her mindscape and drag Maggie straight down into the Library to go fishing through her memories. She was too shy, though, to go up to the man and his son and ask where she knew him from. It would sound ridiculous... and it was probably not even true. She decided to stay where she was and listen though-- maybe she'd hear a name drop.

"Nicholas Julien Bagley, have I not raised you better? It's rude of you to go spewing nonsense about a business when you are in between its walls," he said, shaking his head. He hadn't remembered Nicholas being such a disappointment to him. "Is Suzanna the one making you think that sort of behavior is okay? Do I need to fire that woman?"

"Nooo, don't!" He whined, before shutting his mouth and smashing his lips together to keep himself from saying anything.

Faith WillardSlytherin Alumna - Unspeakable-To be great is to be misunderstood.– 00:49, June 29, 2017 (UTC)

Her heart skipped a beat when she'd heard Bag... but it followed up with not her own surname, but something close. Something felt off. She needed to talk to a sibling... any of them. They'd talk her off this ledge. Her parents were dead. The bodies had been identified and everything... right? She opened her purse to start counting coins for her meal.

Apollinariya and Tessa

Her anyways small supply of money was starting to dwindle away, and now Apol was having to start to think about what she would do once she ran out. There was already no way she'd be able to afford her school supplies for fifth year; that was a bridge she'd have to cross once she came to it. Mulling it over a glass of water (because she'd begun to start feeling dizzy at this point), she sighs.

She had been surprised to see Apollinariya here, of all places, but the surprise had worn off and become wariness. Did she know already? She must have - it'd been a month since the incident. But did she know it was at Tessa's hand? What had Svetlana told her? What did Vlad know? She wanted to talk to them both, but she had no idea how to even broach the topic. Everything was complicated, her head was a mess, her thoughts were running amok, she just didn't know what to focus on. Feeling a headache coming, she pinches the bridge of her nose. She has to do this, get it over with. Sighing heavily, she steps towards her table, albeit a little reluctantly.

Apol sees Tessa coming over, and gingerly reaches over the table to remove her bag from the opposite seat so that the other could sit. It hits the ground with a bit too loud of a thunk, revealing how much was in there, but she just blinks down at it for a moment before looking back up. "Hi," she says, but even the simple word was hollow, exhausted.

Tessa sits down opposite from her, trying (and failing) to not wince when she hears the thunk. It confirms her suspicions. She's out on the streets. Looking her over, scrutinizing and analyzing her, she wonders where she's been staying at. How she's survived. "Hi," she returns, put off by Apollinariya's exhausted demeanor. It's her fault, and she knows it. "...how are you?" she asks, awkwardly, from a lack of options as to how to start this conversation. What can she say? How can she fix things? How can she make this, you know, not awkward?

"Alive," is pathetic, but it's the best she can offer at this point. She can't lie and say she's fine, because everything about her right now contradicts that. "Whether that is for the best or not remains to be seen - but, for now, alive." Apol has been shocked by how little she misses her dad, really. But she really, honestly, doesn't.

"Right," she says, quietly. She should have expected that for an answer, but it doesn't make it any less disturbing. The Apol she'd known had been a fighter all along, she'd been abrasive, callous and didn't take shit. She faced everything head on, and now... well now she just looked broken. Defeated. Exhausted. This wasn't the Apol she knew, and it destroyed her, from inside out. "I'm sorry," she whispers, hoping she understands the true meaning. For showing up in their lives, for what her biological father did, for what she did to her. For everything. She may not regret killing Roman, he deserved it, but she regretted being the cause of someone living in the streets. Though then again, their situation was so ordinarily complex - the lines blurred to the point they were all one in the same.

"Don't be," she says, automatically. "He was an asshole anyway for doing what he did, and making me live with everything he did, so..." She picks up the glass of water and sips it, gingerly. "What about you?"

"I meant, how are you," she asks quietly, but firmly; and then looks distinctly awkward. "I would, but I'm kind of almost broke, and I don't think Mama is going to be so keen on giving me any financial support, so..."

She smirks, not looking away as she fishes something out of the bag slung over one of her shoulders. She pulls a small pouch out, dropping it in the table. "It's not like I haven't got money," she drawls, winking at her. "Come on, you look famished."

She picks up the pouch and pauses. "You didn't have to," she says, gesturing to it, "All I've ever done is be an asshole to you...why are you helping me now?" Nonetheless she finishes her water and stands, because she is hungry.

"There's a fireplace here, it's connected to the Floo Network. In the back, I think," she says, leading her towards the back door. "I'm helping you, because this wasn't your doing. It's Roman's fault, not yours. Besides, it's not in my style to let someone in need just... stay in need."

She'd chuckle. "Might make things easier..." She'd pause realizing something. "So...was giving you all E names intentional then? Must make it difficult for your mum when she's trying to call one of you."

A couple emotions would flit across her face and settle on a unsure look. "I...appreciate the offer but with you just...I have a date tonight and..." She'd pause to actually think about words. "It...I would like that if it were just a...friend thing. No...relationship strings attached or anything." She'd smile. "If there were it would probably quickly mean the end of us bumping into one another."

She'd seem to have some inkling he didn't really mean it, but nod anyway. "Yeah...me too. I seem to be a pariah for dates and dating...so I really need this to go well even if it's just for the confidence boost."

She'd nod. "True...but that doesn't mean I hadn't thought I had a couple times." She'd pause. "I mean...it's not like every one of my relationships has been super-serious...but that's what I want you know? I'm tired of...casual dating and the disappointment that tends to come with it."

She'd wince. "I...tried that once. The guy got up and walked out without another word." She'd pause. "I know it was probably a good thing...but it still hurt...and I ended up having to pay for both our dinners."

"Wow, we'll then that definitely was for the best," he snorted. "What a tool." He paused. "Doesn't have to be at the beginning of the date... but maybe towards the end of the first date. A... where do you see this going, or what are you looking for in a relationship sort or question. If you don't even like the guy after the first date, then you don't need to ask it. But if he's someone you want to see again... then mention it before you part ways."

She'd look unconvinced. "Maybe it's just me...but most guys seem to get defensive when you ask that. Like...it's a first date to just...see what the other person's like. I guess it seems like getting too serious too early and...you can scare people off that might otherwise be decent that way." She'd pause. "I mean...how would you feel if on a first date a girl asked you what you wanted your wedding to be like...or how many kids you wanted?"

He chuckled. "Well I'd tell her honestly that I've never considered what I want my wedding to look like... I think that planning that out is a bit more of a girl thing." He paused. "But I'd tell her something like... 2 kids, someday."

He chuckled. "I'm not saying the question about marriage and kids wouldn't throw me... because it might. But a question about what kind of relationship I'm looking for? That seems reasonable, and as I said, helps so that both parties don't waste their time."